Nightlife.

I know I’m not the typical 23 year old. I haven’t really gotten into the party every weekend phase or bar hop until the city is spinning chapter of the classic 20-something. Actually, I’ve only been to the bar probably five times in my legally adult life. I’m not complaining nor am I bragging. I’ll have a few drinks here and there, I’ll have some fun, and I can let my hair down but it’s usually just at home. I admit that I wonder what it’d be like. I wonder what it’s like to have no cares in the world even just for one night of dancing with friends. I think the largest thing that I “wonder” about is the lifestyle. The friends, the memories, and the unaware state of inebriation. Waking up hungover is a giant damper on the lifestyle so many people choose and I’m not asking for that but I can honestly say that I don’t have those friends, I don’t have those memories, and I definitely don’t have that yearned for excitement.
I suppose if I want to over-analyze the situation, there are two significant reasons why I chose the “work work work and stay home on the weekends” route. The largest reason is friends, acquaintances, or whatever you’d like to call them. I went in direction A while everyone else chose direction B. This is partially my blame because I chose certain things or people over others but it also takes two to tango and everyone evolves in separate ways. Another obvious rationale is money. Of course, money! I’ve always had a decent job and bills but somehow I’ve never had enough money to blow $50-$100 in one sitting of binge drinking. $15 at Happy Harry’s and some good music on my Apple Mac tends to be my solution to a break from life.

I don’t really know what the point of this post is. It’s becoming more of an observation than anything I suppose. Of course, I wish I had those moments and memories with lifelong friends that so many others have but I’m still young and I still have time to have fun. As we all know an eventful night of fun doesn’t always have to consist of drinking but it’s just the way of life us northerners have come to adopt due to lack of activities and imagination around the area. 

To Grandma’s House We Go!

– Nightgowns – Bunny Hill – Hawks – Rail Road Short Cut – M&K Takeout – Quilts – Painting Fabric – Painting G’mas Toenails – Holly Hocks – Scrabble – Rummy – Swimming – Docks – The Fosters – Fishing with Dad – Uncle Troy – St. Marys – Pow-Wows – Guardian Lions – Guardian Angels – Weird Neighbors – Roll Out Garden – Grandma – Campbells Soup – Daisy Gardens – Crazy Dayz – Ben Franklin – 1 Cent Tootsies – Casino – Sand – Beach – Trading Post – Buoy – Big Waves – Cigarettes – Coffee – Croquet – Dressing Up – Yellow Brick Road – Pollyanna – Santa Claus – Doll Houses – Fire Crackers – Family – Life – Red – Nut Cracker – Vonnie – Donna – Madonna – VHS – Paper Dolls – Angels – Halloween – Bees – Isabella – Skinned Knees – Sidewalk Chalk – Monopoly – Potato Salad – Fudge Frosting – Jed and Joyce – Marvins – Flowers – Swimming – Unc’s Plays – Braids – Mickey Mouse – Wallpapered Doors – Black and White Tile – Dorothy – Smoke – Laughing – Flood – Crab Apples – Everything Happy
Mom, Nick. Logan, Channing, and I went up to Warroad to see Grandma Rita yesterday.  I’m so happy that we all were able to go.  I love seeing her.  Everything on the way there made me think of the best of times, so many memories, so many unforgotten things.  I was amazed at what I remembered about every little area of the town.  Just being at Grandmas made my entire week, I wish we all didn’t live so far away.

To The Heros.

Just wanted to pop in and show a little appreciation for the people that follow my writing.  The people that compliment it and bash it down; I want to say thank you. Everyone is entitled to an opinion and even though I can be hard headed at times and stick to my guns, I do like to hear opinions and other views.  I know that I don’t have much to say and at times I get off on tangents about how terrible I feel like my life has been but it means more the brightest star in the universe to hear that people actually pay attention.  They get it, they understand, they read, and they support.  That’s what I love about the freedom of speech and will; it’s still out there.  I’ve been in a slump and really bad place for some time now and I’m determined to pull myself out of this gutter. To be quite honest, it’s pathetic. I can’t STAND people that sit in a little hole in the ground whining about the life they’ve chosen or the cards they were dealt.  But what am I doing? I’m a hypocrite at the very least.  I need to pull my head out of my ass and go back to being me, being Ori.  The Ori that I grew up with and am proud of is fun, carefree, silly.  I am lovable, compassionate, and full of hopes and dreams so why not continue that life?  So what if I’ve pressed pause longer normal; I’m young and I need to cherish that.  I need to work on myself, my goals, and my aspirations.  I want to inspire people, I want to be proud of myself, and most of all I want to be happy again.  Thank you again to the many people who have believed in me before I could believe in myself.  Lets do this!